So Katy put this up in Facebook and tagged me in it. I don’t know what she’s trying to say.
That cat…
I was on the sofa watching a movie last night. I got up to get a drink and when I came back, Pavel had claimed my spot. I picked him up and just flomped him on me. He just rolled off me and this is how he ended up. He seemed quite pleased with himself and just stayed there, purring like mad.
In these times of troubles, CATS!
Is there anything more soothing than watching Pavel groom his toe beans?
Reenie is now my official meeting proxy. I’ve let the team know to expect her. Good thing though that Skype doesn’t feature smell-o-vision.
Last bit of wisdom:
Morning routine
Pretty much… I’ve had to consciously stop looking at the news so much because it was a constant source of anger and anxiety.
Dr Strangework or how I grew to love remoting
Roko wanted all of us in the group to send him pictures of our home office setup. It’s going to be shown in the sprint review tomorrow. This is my contribution. At least I shaved yesterday :)
Global recoveries passed 100,000 but the pandemic ‘is accelerating’
The World Heath Organization said it had taken 67 days from the first reported case to reach the first 100,000 cases, 11 days for the second 100,000 cases, and only four for the third 100,000 cases.
As of March 24th, there were over 417,000 recorded cases.
Guide to self-isolation
Life goes on
Covid plague rages.
Tulips in the Parc still grow.
Peace can yet be found.
We are a dysfunctional family
Some people see the current covid-19 lockdowns as a way to build memories and spend quality time as a family. We see this, filled with dread, as a situation that can lead to murder or alcoholism.
As much as I love my son, he is being a giant shithead. Everything needs to be a confrontation. Everything needs to be yelled instead of spoken. We are, apparently, the most unfair idiots that walk the earth and exist only to pay for shit, frustrate him at every turn and make him angry. He, in our opinion, exists only to make stupid random noises, do whatever the hell he wants when he wants to, do nothing of what we actually ask of him and can’t grasp the simplest of concepts like don’t chew with your mouth open, close the light when you leave the room and leave the fucking cats alone.
So yeah.
We’ll either need lawyers or doctors, or both (definitively therapy) by the time this has cleared up.
Bring your work to cat, indeed
One of the big issues of working from home is discipline and motivation.
This does not help.
Neither does this, when you come back from the bathroom.
But at least the telecommuting memes are amusing:
